As a garrison guard in the mountain for three years, I learned two things: one is to dig wild potatoes in the middle of the night to avoid the patrol dogs of the demon general, and the other is to smile and say, 'you are right' when Yang Xian scolds him as a 'cheap bone'.
Until that day, I picked up a stone carved with ancient patterns in the crevices of the mountain.
'Host detected: the garrison soldier who best understands the suffering of the demon people.
Publish the task: Repair the water curtain hole that has stopped flowing, so that the demon people can have water to drink.
Fail?
Sorry, you and the hungry old monkey at the foot of the mountain will become mummies.
'
So, I carried a leaky bamboo hat to block the mountain stream, and was chased by Yang Xian's soldiers until I climbed a tree;
So, I squatted at the entrance of the Fox clan's cave and sang sour songs, and I tricked Lady Fox into lending me ten carts of bamboo pipes to divert water;
What kind of authority does the demon general have? What old rules?
What I, Sun Xiaosheng, want to change has never been the mountains, but the world of the demon world where "the upper classes are fed and the lower classes are chewing the mud"! "
